Chapter 13: Repression Can

The shockwave from the fire thunder shook Wang Rong’s head into a daze.

But he remained utterly calm, crouching in the earth, and summoned the Golden Branch Jade Leaf Fan—used to contain a third-layer sealed inferior magic treasure—above his head, temporarily safe from fire thunder.

The Golden Branch Jade Leaf Fan, a superior fan-type magic treasure, was forged from eighth-rank Golden Jade Full Hall leaves harvested from the sixth-rank spiritual tree, Golden Jade Tree; it could fly, defend, and attack.

Above his head lay first a ten-meter-thick layer of earth, then a superior Golden Jade magic treasure.

Even if a Foundation Establishment cultivator now came and dug with a mid-rank spirit weapon, Wang Rong could still block two strikes!

Ignoring the fire thunder, he silently activated his cultivation technique, using his spiritual sense to manipulate the spiritual seeds on the ground and began laying out an array.

Wood-element cultivators are at a severe disadvantage in combat before Foundation Establishment, but if they use spiritual seeds properly, their combat ceiling becomes extremely high.

Wang Rong not only had a Wood element, he also had an Earth element, and in his youth had spent years studying arrays.

That array master hadn’t taught him anything real, but at least gave him a solid foundational understanding of arrays.

After combining the Wang family’s ancestral array techniques with the spiritual seeds unique to Wood-element cultivators, Wang Rong’s combat ceiling rose even higher.

“Big brother, let’s just run—we’ve already thrown over a dozen fire thunders. If he’s a ten-layer Earth-element cultivator, our fire thunders are useless!”

After smashing a pile of fire thunders with zero effect, the Qi Refining eighth-layer bandit was numb.

“Run? You can run, but can I? It’s all your fault!”

The Miaofeng Mountain bandits were numb too.

If not for this idiot exposing his origins...

Thinking of this, his gaze toward his third brother turned murderous.

“No need to run. Since we’ve met, all of you stay here.”

The simple array built upon spiritual seeds was complete; Wang Rong no longer hid—he burst straight out of the earth.

The Qi Refining eighth-layer bandit, startled by Wang Rong’s sudden emergence, instinctively fired a Flying Fire Technique at him.

Wang Rong didn’t even dodge—just nudged a sliver of spiritual power to draw water from the cloud-silk’s rainfall, forming a fist-sized water sphere.

The water sphere collided with the Flying Fire Technique; both canceled out, turning into white mist midair.

“Weak. You’re weaker than a Qi Extraction cultivator, you know?”

Wang Rong didn’t continue using the Medicine King Mallet—it required allies to be effective, or surprise attacks; alone, it was too hard to use.

He raised his hand and activated the spiritual seed array; the forest within dozens of zhang instantly turned grim and deadly.

“An array? Which sect are you from? Or are you a family cultivator?”

The Miaofeng Mountain cultivator was still asking, seemingly curious, when Wang Rong suddenly paled.

The fiery fruit tied to his waist ignited and exploded, hurling his entire body sideways like a torn sack.

Two needle-like magic treasures, hidden behind the falling rain from the cloud-silk, had nearly pierced him straight through the crown of his head!

Wang Rong realized the opponent still posed extreme danger—he dared not underestimate for a moment. Six massive vines erupted from the ground and converged behind him.

The six vines, like six legs, lifted him swiftly through the treetops.

This was the Wang family’s secret technique—Chaotic Wander Through the Woods—using the array to restrict the enemy’s movement while using Chaotic Wander to reposition himself, freeing up immense mental focus to control his magic treasures.

He summoned a dagger the size of a child’s palm, charging straight at the cloud-silk still raining down—this was his bid to seize battlefield dominance.

After all, he didn’t know if the water dripping from the cloud-silk had other effects.

The simple spiritual seed array seized one advantage in battlefield control.

Using Wood Teng as a base, activating Chaotic Wander through the Woods seized one advantage in combat initiative.

Now, Wang Rong simultaneously controlled three magic treasures: two inferior-grade, five-layer sealed donkey-hair incense pouches, and one mid-grade, twelve-layer sealed dagger.

Those unfamiliar would assume his mental focus was exhausted, pushed to its absolute limit.

“Break his two crappy magic treasures first!”

The Miaofeng Mountain cultivators clearly didn’t understand the Wang family’s extravagance—the Wangs treated donkey-hair incense pouches as disposable items!

Those who raise donkeys are just that reckless!

He instructed his third brother to deal with the donkey-hair incense pouches while maneuvering the cloud-silk to evade the blue dagger.

Simultaneously, he directed the two needle-like magic treasures to chase Wang Rong as he darted through the forest.

Seeing his opponent make another wrong decision under his manipulation, Wang Rong felt immense confidence.

As the blue dagger passed the cloud-silk midair, it suddenly vibrated, unleashing a burst of flame straight toward the cloud-silk!

The Fire Ox Horn Dagger, forged from Qi Refining-era Fire Ox Horns, built on a superior-grade base but only sealed with twelve layers—just to make it easier to control!

Painted blue to fool idiots!

Fire-type Fire Ox Horn Daggers naturally counter fabric-type magic treasures; they carry the Fire Ox’s innate skill, Flying Fire Technique, and if they miss, they can fire another Flying Fire Technique!

In a flash, one of Wang Rong’s donkey-hair incense pouches and the Miaofeng Mountain cultivator’s cloud-silk were both destroyed.

Seeing the Fire Ox Horn Dagger had succeeded, Wang Rong immediately released control of it—and ignored the other donkey-hair incense pouch too.

The greenish-red Medicine King Mallet was summoned again, hurtling straight at the Qi Refining eighth-layer bandit.

Direct kill!

The needle-like magic treasures still chased Wang Rong, but he remained utterly calm.

Most of his mental focus went to controlling the Medicine King Mallet; the remainder was more than enough to defend against ambushes.

“Cloud-silk! My cloud-silk! How dare you, brat!”

The Miaofeng Mountain bandit screamed, but his third brother was already dying!

“Big brother, save me!”

The Qi Refining eighth-layer bandit summoned his defensive magic treasure—but it was only inferior-grade, and shattered instantly against the Medicine King Mallet’s twenty-one-layer seal.

Like a boulder flattening a mountain peak, the Medicine King Mallet swung lightly—the pale white cloud exploded; the headless corpse of the bandit fell to the ground.

Even in death, his big brother didn’t save him!

“Only you’re left.”

Wang Rong finally spoke; the Miaofeng Mountain bandit chose to flee.

But even a simple array was still an array—the spiritual seed array extinguished his desire to run.

“Brother, I’m willing to serve you as your slave. Please spare my life!”

Trapped in the array, the Miaofeng Mountain cultivator paced frantically, filled with regret.

He should’ve run the moment he saw him!

Wang Rong ignored him entirely, continuously directing the Fire Ox Horn Dagger to pursue him.

He didn’t use the Medicine King Mallet to conserve spiritual energy—in case of unexpected developments, he’d still have enough to escape.

After several exchanges, fearing unforeseen complications, Wang Rong frowned and summoned his ultimate treasure—a round, hat-like object.

The Sound Shell Gong, mid-grade, ten-layer sealed, forged from the shell of a Sound Shell; its defense was mediocre, its offense nonexistent—but it had a special attack.

In immortal combat, suppression can’t overcome fate, but special attacks can still help a cultivator become a god.

Yet the Miaofeng Mountain cultivator waited precisely for Wang Rong’s next risky move!

You’ve only controlled one mid- to superior-grade magic treasure at a time—I had no opening.

Now, the dagger and this new hat-like magic treasure are both mid-grade—I have my chance!

A needle-like magic treasure he’d hidden until now shot from the shadows, racing straight for Wang Rong.

“Crack!”

The Golden Branch Jade Leaf Fan, held in Wang Rong’s hand, blocked the Miaofeng Mountain cultivator’s final counterattack. Wang Rong had already overestimated him—but he never expected a third needle!

Looking at the needle hole in the Golden Branch Jade Leaf Fan, Wang Rong thought: close call. Thank goodness he’d known his origins ahead of time.

A nineteen-layer superior-grade magic treasure was merely average—but the Golden Branch Jade Leaf Fan’s strength lay in its invincible defense at Qi Refining level—it could block even offensive inferior-grade spirit weapons.

But only once. After one strike, the defense at the point of impact vanished, and the fan’s overall defense plummeted rapidly.

“What? How are you controlling three mid- to superior-grade magic treasures at once?”

Seeing his strongest attack fail, the Miaofeng Mountain bandit’s Dao heart was nearly shattered.

“Ding!”

The Sound Shell Gong emitted a unique sonic attack, striking toward the bandit’s head—his dodge of the Fire Ox Horn Dagger was momentarily disrupted.

Just once—less than a quarter of a breath.

But it was enough.

The Fire Ox Horn Dagger pierced the bandit’s heart. Wang Rong immediately canceled Chaotic Wander Through the Woods and landed firmly on the ground—no need to waste spiritual energy.

You ask how he could control three mid- to superior-grade magic treasures at once?

It’s actually a simple math problem.

Twelve-layer Fire Ox Horn Dagger + ten-layer Sound Shell Gong + nineteen-layer Golden Branch Jade Leaf Fan = forty-one layers of seals.

Though harder to control, the Sound Shell Gong is a special attack magic treasure that can be activated once and then released.

Combat outcomes determine life or death—details cannot be neglected!

He raised his hand, using the spiritual seeds to drain the corpses’ bodily nutrients, then used the vines activated by the spiritual seeds to collect battlefield spoils.

Soon, Wang Rong retracted the spiritual seeds and stuffed everything into his storage pouch.

He touched the needle hole in the Golden Branch Jade Leaf Fan, confirmed it could be repaired with Earth-Resonance Technique, and finally felt at ease.

“Made a tidy profit of twelve hundred—enough for Yulou to eat for over a decade, hahaha.”

What bad intentions could Uncle Rongyuan possibly have? He just wanted to earn a little extra food money for the kid.